Beware the dark Chapel
that decrees victory.
For inside itís deep and hollow walls
lie many miseries
and lies that defy sanity.
Go inside and after a time
youíll find the foul stench
of dead dreams left behind
by those whoís minds are manipulated,
becoming mumbling monks
they mimic their master.
They worship this prevaricating puppeteer pastor,
submitting themselves to his every desire,
they bow at the feet of the one they call Meyer.
Oh how they draw you to a lantern of light
like a damned mosquito in its flight.
Theyíll draw you in by modern means,
modern music, modern themes.
Enter the arena and the war begins,
the grand and secret show takes place within.
Do not be taken by the impressive lights
do not be taken with what they recite
do not be taken by the pretentiously polite
do not be mistaken ,itís all to incite you
to give your life ,
to an illusion ,
abandon your life,
to dark delusion.
Do you dare to be discipled by the blind?
Do you dare to be led to a life confined?
Following after Jesus is truly a worthy and noble cause
but we must be mindful and wary,
because
there are many of those who go marauding abroad
deceiving and defrauding with doctrines flawed.
If we could ask the fly why
he was caught in the web,
he may say ď the beauty of the silk is now why I
am deadĒ.
For some itís the geometric design
for others its the invisible sticky lines
that seem to trap the mind
of the unsuspecting .
Beware the dark Chapel
that decrees victory,
beware the cult of Normandy.

Very deep and descriptive article! I often think of the moth being drawn to the flame. I read that even beautifully orchestrated music works on the mind hypnotically to wear down its resistance, so we must at all times be vigilant.
Watch your wallet, but above all things, watch your soul!

Hmmmm....intricate description of the beauty that seems to come from that environment, but how it is ultimately a legalistic trap. The mumbling monk reference is amusing, considering that when I meet most of these former "friends" it is always awkward, and rather than genuine care or concern there is fear and mumbling. It is an interesting poem, and I am reminded of how I needed to relearn the good grace and mercy of God after my departure, and that this is what overrides anything I could do to please Him. He loved me first, and He is reminding me of that again. It is refreshing to live in His grace, not in His legalistic "do's" and "dont's"....